My Goddess - Sex Stories

My Goddess

... seat, and look over at you. God, you’re beautiful. More beautiful than I remembered. Your long brown hair reaches your waist, and your wide eyes look deeply into mine. I glance down at your body, which is practically perfect after years of gymnastics. I get a quick glance at your breasts, but quickly look away again. You give me a smile, saying, “Don’t be shy, baby,” and lean over to kiss me. Our lips meet and you moan softly into my mouth. You pull away, and say the three words that set the pace for the relationship. “Thank you… slut.” You say the last word hesitantly, and look up at me, biting your lower lip. I smile, and reply, “I only want to please you, miss.” Your mouth curls into a soft smile. I can feel the tension lift, and you relax noticeably in your seat. “Okay, baby; where are we going?” you ask. I shrug. “I hadn’t decided, miss, I thought you would know what you wanted us to do.” Your eyes glimmer with mischief and a little malevolence, and I’m lost in your gaze. “Well, baby boy, let’s go out to eat. I have a little surprise for you.” At these words my heart starts pounding again, and my cock grows a little in my jeans. Fuck… skinny jeans were not a good idea. You glance down and grin. “We’ll get to that, love. Don’t you worry.” I gulp and drive to the nearest restaurant, an Olive Garden that’s considerably nicer than anything else in the area. We walk into the restaurant, and you swagger ahead without bothering to wait for a hostess. Your confidence is ...

... intoxicating; hips swaying with purpose, long legs striding forward meaningfully, brown hair flowing behind you. I follow behind you like a little puppy dog, desperate to be near his master no matter the circumstances. You find a booth that suits our needs and sit down, gesturing for me to sit next to you. I do, and you immediately place one of you long legs over mine. You rub my shin up and down, practically straddling my thigh, and I gasp inwardly when I feel something wet. “Miss… you’re not wearing any panties?” I whisper into your ear. You look at me, with a confused expression on your face. “If I were wearing panties, how would you be able to finger-fuck me under the table?” You reply, the corner of your mouth twitching into an almost-smile. Fuck! I think to myself. My cock is instantly at full length, and you can clearly feel it. You reach down to rub me through my jeans, and I have to stifle the moan that almost jumps out of my throat. The waiter is walking towards us, but you just glance up and smile charmingly at him, all the while rubbing my hard cock under the table. “Hello, Miss, do you know what you want? And your, um, friend here?” I can’t blame him for looking at me like that, like I’m crazy. I’m staring straight ahead, like a zombie, concentrating only on not making any noise while you rub my shaft under the table. You giggle, and say, “I’m sorry about him. He had a long night last night. I kept him up a while… isn’t that right, baby?” At this I snap out of my ...